9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness.
10 I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol.I am deprived of the residue of my years.”
11 I said, “I won’t see the Lord,The Lord in the land of the living.I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling is removed,and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent.I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life.He will cut me off from the loom.From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13 I waited patiently until morning.He breaks all my bones like a lion.From day even to night you will make an end of me.
14 I chattered like a swallow or a crane.I moaned like a dove.My eyes weaken looking upward.Lord, I am oppressed.Be my security.”
15 What will I say?He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it.I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.